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On Wednesday, I went to see one of my favourite melancholy musicians perform. I have a few things to say about this:

a. Slow Runner opened for & then backed William Fitzsimmons. I found this song to be the catchiest of their set: (ignore all the text & just listen)


b. It was fun to eavesdrop on fans' conversations with Willie Fitz after the show. One dude has a tattoo of William's face ON HIS THIGH. He dropped his pants to show it - I gotta admit, it was a beautiful likeness. But seriously. A TATTOO OF HIS FACE. I wonder how much of an impact you have to have on someone's life for them to ink you into their skin. (Speaking of his William's face, every man I know has beard envy when they see this glory. )

c. The next night, a friend asked me how the show was:

me: It was good... but then I started thinking. And before I knew it, the night was some sort of big philosophical thing, and I felt sad.
friend: AH! You Bethed-it!
me: Yes. Exactly. I Bethed-it-up. I Beth-up everything I do. It is frustrating. I need to turn my brain off.
friend: (in exaggerated despair) I can't believe you Bethed-it-up!

then another friend asked the same question:

me: It was good... but I get all philosophical about music and things these days, and I feel incapable of simply enjoying the music at a concert.
friend: Ah, like Mumford.
me: Exactly like that! If only I could just let a concert be a concert!
friend: Ha! (shakes head in mock judgment) Contemplative!


I can't decide if I love or hate the way I "Beth things up." A little bit of both, I think. But I've been at it hardcore this last little while. My mind has been spinning almost as fast as my feet have been moving...

Last week, I was essentially home only to sleep. On Tuesday night, I did laundry. I finally had ten minutes to take down the drying rack and put my clean clothes away on Saturday at dinner time.

I am not complaining, though, because I decided years ago that the North American "busy" mentality is not one I endorse. This week was full. It was full of
beauty and full of
fun and full of
thought and full of
people and full of
work and full of
laughter and full of

sadness too.

It was full of life.

And that is very, very good.
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  1. Laura1:01 AM

    Thank you for blogging! But now I need to talk to you.

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